Above the black and white city, Zhang Yuanqing was completely stiff. He was physically stiff. Except for his brain, which could still move, his limbs could not move at all.
The pressure of the superior was like a mountain on his shoulders, causing his muscles to spasm and his cold sweat to be like a flood.
I have the protection of secrets. How did Lingtuo lock me? He came out of the old alley and knew about the existence of seeds? Impossible. Most of my actions were carried out in secret. It was impossible for him to observe from the river of destiny.
Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and angry. Although he was very reluctant, Lingtuo appeared here and accurately located him during the night tour, which meant that he had been working for Lingtuo during this period.
He had never underestimated the Lord of Taiyin, but the power of this demigod exceeded his imagination.
After working hard for several days, trying to fetch water from a bamboo basket was all in vain, and yet I was so humiliated by the other party.
The face that covered the sky slowly spoke:
"I didn't take you seriously at first, especially after the Taiyin origin fragment was stripped from your character card, you have lost your value.
"But you kept jumping up and down, and came into my sight several times. I suddenly discovered that you hide many secrets, secrets other than those of the descendants of the Demon King."
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing, who was far away in Songhai, picked up the Yata Mirror without hesitation and removed the clone.
However, the huge face in the sky is still there, the gray world still exists, and the undoing fails.
His clone has been hidden, and the Yata Mirror cannot be undone.
A chill spread from the soles of Zhang Yuanqing's feet, and the lunar power like black smoke climbed up to his ankles, calves, and waist. The unable to move Zhang Yuanqing's pupils trembled, and he felt unprecedentedly anxious. He already understood what Ling Tuo wanted to do.
Devouring souls!
Under the pressure of the demigods, he could do nothing, including commit suicide, and could only watch as he was wrapped in "black smoke".
Suddenly, the black smoke covering Zhang Yuanqing's body dispersed, and Lingtuo's whisper came from the air:
"This clone clearly has soul fluctuations, but it cannot be swallowed."
Zhang Yuanqing was also stunned, and then he was pleasantly surprised. The soul of the body copied by the Yata mirror was not real. Since it was not a real soul, of course it could not be swallowed.
Yes, creating souls is the authority of the Taiyin realm, and the Yata Mirror is obviously not a prop for the Night Travel God profession.
Its ability to copy the soul and body most likely comes from the musician profession, because the material for forging it was found by Xu Fu from the bottom of the Immortality Pond in Gao Tianyuan.
"Musician profession." Lingtuo quickly recognized the characteristics of the clone, and a round table-sized turntable flew out of the black smoke's face.
The turntable is half white and half red, and the material cannot be seen.
It was aimed at Zhang Yuanqing from a distance, and the disk rotated rapidly. Zhang Yuanqing felt that the world around him began to rotate with the disk, and his brain also rotated with the disk, and all thoughts and thoughts were thrown out of his brain.
No, he, he wants to hypnotize me. Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness gradually became faint, and the despair in his heart surged like a sea tide.
If Lingtuo finds out about his life experience, his grandparents will also suffer. Even with the protection of his uncle, the whole family will be hunted to the ends of the earth. The most important thing is that with the layout ability of the Lord of Taiyin, once his secret is known to the other party
, which is equivalent to handing over the cards to the enemy, and any future actions will be within Lingtuo's expectations.
When your goals, plans, and methods are all discovered, then the Lord of Taiyin will be able to deduce your future clearly.
I was kept secret. My uncle couldn't find my brain, and it became increasingly confusing. Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts were intermittent, and his heart was sinking deeper and deeper into the dark abyss.
Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came from the silent hidden world.
Zhang Yuanqing's body was like a broken mirror, covered with cracks. The next second, his body disappeared out of thin air in front of Lingtuo's eyes.
Songhai, grandma’s house.
Zhang Yuanqing, who was sitting at the desk, felt relieved and let out a long breath of exhaustion. Immediately, his face was filled with pain as he looked at the Yata mirror that was split in half.
Although the clone is kept secret, it is Yata Mirror, not Lingtuo, that maintains the clone's existence.
As long as the prop is destroyed, the clone will naturally dissipate. It's just a pity for such a dominating quality prop.
Now is not the time to pity props.
Zhang Yuanqing quickly picked up the phone and dialed Zhao Chenghuang's number. After ringing for a few seconds, the call was connected and Xiao Zhao's voice came:
"What's the matter?"
"Let's see if your grandfather is dead first." Zhang Yuanqing said solemnly.
"What?" Zhao Chenghuang was shocked.
"If he's not dead, let him go to the basement to see if the thing is still there." After Zhang Yuanqing finished speaking, he hung up the phone and waited for a reply.
About five minutes later, Zhao Chenghuang called back, and what came was Elder Zhao’s solemn and urgent voice:
"The seeds are missing, what happened?"
The seeds were indeed gone. Zhang Yuanqing had expected it, but still felt strong anger and frustration in his heart: "It's Lingtuo."
So, he told Elder Zhao everything about his recent efforts and what happened today.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, Elder Zhao sighed:
"Fate!
"Yuanshi Tianzun, although Lingtuo is not the master of the stars, he can cultivate both the lunar and stars. If he is accompanied by an artifact with stargazing function, his stargazing skills may be the best among the stars."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought of the Daluo Astrolabe. The stars and the lunar moon can indeed be cultivated together. There is no conflict between the two, but there is only one at the peak.
With Lingtuo's personality, downward compatibility, and star cultivation, and supplemented by a regular item in the star field, or a high-quality domination item, the ordinary lunar blessing may not be able to hide from him.
However, if he can figure out my plan and move in advance, when he hunts the southern elders that day, he can make a strong move and bury the returning master of the dead.
Why bother?
Well, without the intimidation from Headmaster Chunyang, I would most likely have left after inquiring about the information about the Tongzhou Association. I would not have thought, "The information is of little value, so there is no need for Lingtuo to scare me."
The relic of the wind chime.
Therefore, Lingtuo did not return from the dead in the process of hunting down the elders of the Southern Sect. He wanted to use my hand to dig out the seeds of the Second Wind Chime.
The priority of the seed is actually higher than that of the masters who have returned from destroying the dead?
It shouldn't be. Back in New York County, at the Freedom Covenant gathering, Lingtuo didn't hesitate to expose Donna's trump card and wanted to kill me, Fu Qingyang, the magic eye and the palace master.
It shows that our priority is very high, very high. How important is the seed left by Miao Ling?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing became upset again. He might have missed a crucial item.
"No, it's not a mistake. I've tried my best. The failure is not my fault. It's because the enemy is too strong. Alas, the gap in personality is too big. I want to play tricks with Lingtuo. It's really because I'm too young.
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"Demon Lord Obsession is right, I shouldn't make myself the center of attention, I should develop in a low-key manner." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly rubbed his face and said with a bitter smile:
"I was almost bluffed by Lingtuo. What does it mean to be low-key? As long as I am still doing things, as long as my actions harm the evil camp, then I will naturally become the center of attention. Unless I do nothing, the decisive battle between law and evil is not far away.
Now, not doing anything is equivalent to self-exile. How can I compete for the position of the Lord of the Sun? Lingtuo mocked me as a clown because he wanted to break my Taoist heart.
"He is wary of me. He is afraid that I will copy the path of the Marshal and the Demon King and become the pinnacle master in a short period of time. He will enter the dungeon tomorrow. What the hell."
Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, gathered his scattered thoughts, and took out his mobile phone to dial Lingjun's number:
"Let your little aunt go back, this matter can't be done."
Lingjun was stunned and asked urgently: "Why can't it be done? What happened?"
Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "Ling Tuo made a fool of me, and your mother's relic is gone."
The sound of Lingjun grinding his teeth came from the phone.
Zhang Yuanqing said a few words of comfort, hung up the phone, sent the Yata Mirror cut in half to the gang warehouse, and then called Xia Hou Aotian.
"Protagonist, I want to ask you something." Zhang Yuanqing said: "I need your help to repair a prop. It is in the gang warehouse. You can apply to use it."
A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing received the application from Xiahou Aotian and immediately agreed.
"Damn it, you are a mid-to-high-quality domination prop, and the material is very rare. I can't repair it." Xiahou Aotian finished checking the materials and cursed: "You can only ask the owner of the house to repair it."
"Then ask the head of the Xiahou family for help. The price is easy to negotiate." Zhang Yuanqing chose to ask Xiahou Aotian for help instead of Lian March, because he took a fancy to the Xiahou family's abundant talents.
Even March is a seventh-level weapon refiner, so he may not be able to repair the Eight-tatami Mirror, and he has a bad relationship with the Zhao family from which he was born, so there is basically no hope for it.
Xiahou Aotian is different. The protagonist is an existence that even the demigod Xiahou has no choice but to do, and he is the most beautiful cub of the Xiahou family.
Xiahou Aotian probed: "Is there any agency fee?"
"The intermediary fee is to let you forget your misappropriation of company property and public funds privately," Zhang Yuanqing said.
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Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject: "You can bargain with the Xiahou family head, and any amount you cut off will be yours."
Only then did Xiahou Aotian hang up the phone with satisfaction.
Jiangnan Leather City.
Xiahou Aotian ran out of his house, rode his homemade air motorcycle, and with the roar of the engine, flew over the Xiahou family in a high-profile manner, and landed in the courtyard of the head of the Xiahou family.
The grandson of the head of the Xiahou family came following the sound. When he saw it was Xiahou Aotian, he quickly came up to him with a smile on his face: "Brother Aotian, what are your orders?"
The grandson of the family owner who originally ordered the security personnel that "Aotian and dogs are not allowed to enter the house" can now only behave like a grandson.
"I'm looking for my uncle." Xiahou Aotian walked straight in.
"Grandpa is in the refining room, I'll take you there." Grandson, the head of the family, said attentively.
Xiahou Aotian nodded and strode forward. After walking for a moment, he suddenly flew up and kicked the grandson of the family owner away.
The grandson of the family was unconvinced: "You kicked me before, so why are you kicking me now?"
Xiahou Aotian glanced at him: "I still like your unruly look."
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Xiahou Aotian arrived at the weapon refiner of the Xiahou family with ease. He looked at the gray old man standing in front of the stove with his hands behind his back and said straight to the point:
"Old man, help me repair a prop."
The head of the Xiahou family turned around and asked with interest: "Take it and take a look."
Xiahou Aotian hurriedly took out the eight-tatami mirror fragment and handed it over.
The head of the Xiahou family took two eight-piece mirrors, put on a monocle, sometimes raised his head to stare, sometimes lowered his head to observe, and said in a deep voice:
"The material of this prop is very rare and comes from the musician's profession. According to the material analysis of the glasses, it was formed in a rare environment over a long period of time. This is the most precious thing about it."
Xiahou Aotian interrupted impatiently: "Just tell me if it can be repaired."
The head of the Xiahou family nodded slightly: "The fragments are complete. It's not difficult to just repair it, but it will cost a lot of work."
Xiahou Aotian hurriedly said: "Uncle, the props belong to Yuanshi Tianzun. The cheaper you make them, the more intermediary fees I earn. My promotion to the master has exhausted my family wealth, so you have to give me a chance to make money."
The head of the Xiahou family said "hmm" and asked: "Then how much do you think I should charge?"
Xiahou Aotian thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Free?"
The head of the Xiahou family threw the Yata mirror at the door: "Get out."
Eleven o'clock noon.
Before the meal, Zhang Yuanqing called Fu Qingyang to tell him the whole story of the "seed" incident, and the two discussed it with a heavy heart for a long time.
Zhang Yuanqing wanted to tell his uncle first, but when he knocked on the door next door, his aunt said that the scum of the family had gone out to fool around early in the morning, and no one answered the phone. Zhang Yuanqing knew that the scum of the family had gone to the spiritual realm.
As soon as he ended the call, the bedroom door handle was opened. His uncle, wearing red tights and a purple suit, leaned coquettishly at the door and said with a smile:
"surprise~"
Zhang Yuanqing said happily: "Uncle, you are finally back. I have something to tell you. Well, surprise?"
He reacted suddenly: "Did you find the Thor suit? Or rescued the one-pass knight?"
PS: Typos will be corrected first and then later. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, dear readers!!
